Well, he did not know her… They met, as I know, in 1950.
Right in 1945, after the war ended, 2-nd Polish Corps was expanding.
My father’s Carpathian Lancers Regiment having Staghound Armoured cars received variety of Shermans from Fireflys to earliest versions from storage.
The 2-nd Warsaw Armoured Division was formed and trained during 1945 and 1946.
They clearly were preparing to attack Soviet Union. No one of soldiers, veterans, had any appetite for such adventure…
General Anders played politics between London, communist embassy, parts of political parties which agreed to participate in government in Poland.
I believe that something would happen, but Labour British government cut it off. One day, late 1946, to each Polish armoured unit British MPs arrived with sappers equipped with oxy-acetylene cutters. It took them a few minutes to cut barrels of Fireflys, Shermans and any other armoured vehicles.
Dreams of general Anders, about going through Austria to Poland and about starting IIIWW disappeared…
Soldiers of 2-nd Polish Corps were transferred to UK, mainly Scotland, late 1946. Disarmed, they become members of PKP&R. Sort of paramilitary organisation which should prepare them for civilian life. Apart from handfull of real specialists, pilots and engineers, the only option was migration to Canada, South Africa or Australia. My father decided to come back to Poland.
(I believe he regretted his decision…) His younger brother in Poland was in 1946 a captain, company commander of KBW, (Internal Security Corps), he retired in 1976 as colonel in counterintelligence.
In 1948 my father was arrested and spent 1 year in infamous Cracow Montelupich jail.
He was very angry that his influenced communist brother did not helped him.
In reality I talked to him, (my uncle anyway), and he said that without his help my dad would be shot.
For me it seems right… He basically saved my father. Anyway, they cut off all contacts and met only on extended family events like weddings and funerals.
I now have contact with my cousin, SB colonel’s son. To my astonishment, last year, he told me that during Martial law in Poland, opposition printing of leaflets and illegal papers was run from ex-colonel’s apartment in Warsaw.
And my uncle, guarded it with his service pistol. Her was very timid and very much interested in modelling…
Crazy XX century…